From that day on, Song Yiran really started to cooperate with Mo Mo to do something. It is impossible to leave the children and take on the task as before, but it can be transferred from the front of the stage to the backstage.

As for what to do, hehe, Song still felt that she was suddenly very interested in intelligence. In the dark world, to become a leader, at least she should have a well-connected connection. She had some foundation before, and if she made up her mind to concentrate, she would definitely make achievements.

"So, are you going to take Duoduo and alan to the Nether Night Base?"

"Yes, I'm just busy with small things anyway. Besides, there are so many people at the base, so I will definitely take care of you. You don't have to worry about me and deal with your business."

Song Yiran looked very confident and rushed Li Shaoyan away impatiently. Then he hugged Duoduo and Alan with satisfaction, fixed the two little guys on the specially modified seats in the back seat, and drove away.

The people on the base had heard that the two young masters were coming early in the morning, and they were waiting eagerly.

After all, they are a group of rough men, most of them are single, so they don’t have the chance to meet any children. What’s more, these are not ordinary children, they are the two young masters of their boss. They must be very fragrant, soft and painful.

As soon as the white big cut appeared, it attracted a bunch of attention. When Song Yiran carried the two little guys out of the back seat, someone immediately pushed the cart over there.

"Mrs."

Song Yiran frowned and was slightly disliked by the title: "It sounds so awkward, you should call me Song Yiran."

"How can that work?"

You are the woman of their boss. If you call him by his name, how brave will they be? Even if the boss doesn't do anything to them, they themselves dare not be without rules.

"Then... call me the boss lady. This is barely OK."

"Okay, boss lady."

The other party was as kind as he did. Although it sounded like he was not used to it, Song Yiran would go with him more than any wife. He put Duoduo and Alan in the car, took out a bunch of milk powder toys, and threw them all over.

"Here, this is the instruction manual. I feed the two little guys every two and a half hours, and the water temperature is written on it. There are methods. You can think about it yourself, as long as you don't starve them, it will be."

After Song Yiran finished speaking, he turned around and left casually.

The person was stunned and left now. It was really okay to throw the two young masters who were only over seven months old to him, a big man who had never even held a child. This mother's heart was too big.

Fortunately, Duoduo and Alan are not afraid of having sex. Of course, it is not ruled out that they have seen many strangers since they were born, so they have not recognized the skill of having sex.

In short, the two little guys also know how to laugh at people. The pink faces are as cute as they are.

"Oh, my little master. From today on, I will be your nanny. Let's go to your future industries to visit."

Here, the two future young masters went to visit their territory. Their mother went directly to the information room in the base. When they pushed the door in, the screen on the entire wall was almost blinding. Various advanced high-tech instruments operated in an orderly manner, and data and pictures were constantly switched.

If the organization Mingye is a huge robot, then this information room is its control panel.

This shows how important this place is.

However, people outside will never know that such an important place does not even have an extra guard. They exist in many rooms so casually. Even if a little bit of strength comes, they can easily push open the door.

Song Yiran walked to a computer and sat down, with a little nostalgia and sadness on his little face as big as a palm.

She remembered Fu Zilie.

If Fu Zilie was still alive, if he was still alive, there would definitely be time to realize his ideals now. What he wanted to do at first was not a killer, but to build a huge intelligence network that any organization or even the leader of a country would fear.

Unfortunately, he still has no chance.

But Song was unwilling to give up, and she wanted to make it happen for Fu Zilie.

"Alie."

Song Yiran sighed lightly, took a deep breath and suppressed the wetness that surged up from his eyes.

Open the website that Gong Jue left for herself, log in, and enter the backstage. Gong Jue's intelligence system is very complete and powerful, but it is not enough to compare with Song Yiran's goals. She integrates all the resources in her hands and Fu Zilie's as fast as possible.

Post information in the background and then go to work on other things.

When Song Yiran came back from her busy schedule, it was already evening. She looked up, rubbed her sore neck, and watched as the backstage became more satisfied, then she turned off the computer and left with satisfaction.

"I haven't worked so much for a long time, so I feel so tired."

Song Yiran complained to herself, and suddenly remembered that she had left Duoduo and Alan who had not been in charge of the whole day, and suddenly felt guilty again.

"I hope the two little guys will be good today."

Song Yiran muttered and speeded up, she had to find the two little guys to take a look.

"Boss lady."

It was the one who took Duoduo and Alan away in the morning. Song Yiran raised his eyebrows but did not find the two little guys: "Where are the children?"

"Uh, I'm just about to go over."

Only then did Song Yiran notice the two bottles in the other party's hand, smiled, and reached out to take it: "Give it to me."

The two went upstairs one by one, and Song Yiran heard Duoduo laughter from afar. It seemed that they were having fun, and I don’t know how alan was doing. Song Yiran couldn’t help but speed up and saw two little guys sitting on the ground as soon as he entered the door.

And around them were actually... guns that were disassembled into parts, complete guns, guns that took out magazines, and even bullets, and the latest daggers.

God, the two little guys were having fun surrounded by a bunch of weapons. Duoduo was holding a bullet in his hand, while alan was trying hard to grab a gun on the ground.

Song Yiran was stunned. It was really okay for her son to play with such a dangerous thing in just seven months?

Well, but looking at alan's crazy little eyes, maybe he really likes these things. Anyway, they will come into contact with these sooner or later, so Song Yiran doesn't think there is anything.

Besides, they are surrounded by Mingye’s best killers. With them here, how could it be dangerous for the two little guys?

"Okay, baby, we're going home."

Song Yiran walked over with a smile and waved the bottle in his hand at Duoduo and Alan. Both of them were very happy to see the mother who had not met for a day. Duoduo tried hard to stretch out her white and round arms for Song Yiran to hug her. Although alan didn't have too many expressions, his eyes were full of expectations when he looked at her.

He bent down and picked up the two little guys, and Song Yiran kissed them one by one on the face.

The little guys immediately smiled, their red and tender gums exposed, and they were so cute that they couldn't say it was.

"Thank you for your hard work today."

"It's not hard or hard. The two young masters are very obedient. They are cute and smart. We like them very much."

"That's right, boss lady, you should often bring them to play in the future. Then you can go and do your own things and we will take care of the young men."

The killers who had been playing with the two young masters for a whole day did not look cold and ruthless in their daily lives. They looked at their young masters with starlight, wishing that Song Yiran would leave by herself and let them continue to play with her.

He is worthy of being the son of their boss, and he is simply the cutest child in the world.

"Don't worry, I'll come here often in the future."

As soon as Song Yiran finished speaking, a group of rough men immediately smiled intoxicatedly, eager and expectant. That look was so funny that it was so funny. Song Yiran felt both funny and proud, and could not be happier.

"Why don't you leave?"

Li Shaoyan's voice suddenly sounded, and Song Yiran and the killers inside realized the arrival of the boss.

Just now, the killers who were still as ill as a silly killer instantly returned to their cold and ruthless appearance, nodded respectfully at Li Shaoyan, and then turned around and left silently.

Song Yiran looked back at Li Shaoyan and smiled, showing off: "Our family Duoduo and Alan are so popular. Your subordinates want to be their nanny every day."

"Of course, they are my Li Shaoyan's sons."

"Hmph, I didn't give birth to it."

"Yes, yes, you have made the most contribution."

Li Shaoyan pinched Song Yiran's nose in a doting manner, took alan from her arms and hugged her. Ran held her hand and left together.

Song Yiran's car was simply thrown into the base, with a family of four in a car. It was already past seven o'clock in the evening when he got home. Song Yiran took care of his two children, and Li Shaoyan went to the kitchen to prepare supper. Everything was harmonious, beautiful and warm, and people couldn't help but feel warm in their hearts.

"Ding Dong."

"Babys, your daddy's text message. How about it? Do you want to read it?"

Song Yiran took Li Shaoyan's cell phone and looked at his two sons with a smile.

Duoduo immediately shone his eyes, and he waved his little hands as if saying, "You have to see." alan looked at his brother being stupid and mommy being cute, and deeply felt that it was better for the eldest brother. He was steady, calm and mature enough to not be so naive.

It's too much to secretly read other people's information.

But I really want to know what I wrote.

Unlocked, clicked on the information, and the smile on Song Yiran's face was closed in an instant, and a sharp light flashed in his eyes.

"I have a great cooperation with your company. I hope I can have a meal alone with A Yan when I meet again next time."

All information contents are accompanied by a signature: mary.

Damn it, you can tell at a glance that it is a woman, okay? Why do they call her man with such intimate name? And Ayan, she, the real wife, isn't she so intimate?

Song Yiran was angry and went back to the text message. His fingers crackled, and a message flew out: "Dream."

Then he decisively threw away his cell phone and sat on the sofa and sulked.

Li Shaoyan was completely unaware of it. When he walked out of the kitchen, he realized that the atmosphere was wrong. He glanced at the phone that was not in his original location, and his heart suddenly jumped. Could it be...
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